(Julia’s POV)
We didn’t speak on the drive home, but Ronan never let go of my hand. I took comfort in that, drawing on the contentment his touch always brought me. He had come to save me. I asked him, told him I needed him, and he came. It was more than anyone had ever done for me.
Once we got home, we went upstairs and straight to the bedroom. I sat down on the edge of the bed and watched Ronan pace, still frustrated from the events of the night. I wanted to just lay down, close my eyes, and pretend that this was all just a bad dream, but I knew that wouldn’t fix any of the problems between us.
“We need to get everything out in the open,” I said. Ronan stopped pacing and looked at me in surprise. “I don’t want us to be angry at each other again,” I explained. “I don’t want u
